“There’s no need to look anymore. The same thing happened when I killed these creatures before.”
Viscount Jackson took out a white handkerchief and wiped his blade clean, before sheathing it into the scabbard.
“There’s actually a self-disintegration phenomenon when it dies!”
Leylin was somewhat surprised. This did not correspond to the laws of nature.
Looking at the skeleton that was still emitting white smoke, Leylin picked one of the bones up.
The dried white bone was littered with cracks. It felt like any slight press would cause it to crumble. Leylin exerted a little more force, and with a hissing sound, the dried bone turned into fine powder.
“En, something’s off!” Leylin’s eyes flashed. He discovered some fine threads of veins within the white bone powder.
Leylin hurriedly flung off the powdery substance and began radiating internal energy particles from within his hands to cleanse them.
“What’s wrong?” Murphy too discovered that something was amiss.